Excuse me for a moment....

     Standing at the bar I saw you, dancing from a far I notice you.... how simple you are. No make up or bra, just hanging loose your ora called me. Zende why must you wait, as your appetite starts to inflate,"you desire a room?" He asked from the end of the hall, a long way down but we're together I spoke or did she call? "Did you need one or two room keys?" The attendant spoke again, she hushed him with a quick response, only a few hours is all, no need to stay the night. Once we're done she'll call him back, girls night out is fine with me, now where have I heard that. I'll keep quite while you speak but don't mention it baby our secret I'll keep.

      The last time you came you cried for the whole night, time after time your lips you bite. It felt poetic baby you know just right. The last dance is on me, then you know the routine you drop me off usually. When we get to my place you like to come in and talk about how your feelings won't let you forget about us. But you know you can't stay, you've been gone all day, or night I should say. "Let's do it again this weekend," the old lady says he's going out of town and I need your comfort. Sure thing babe just call me when he leaves. By the way what does he look like, I ask in case I run Into him one night? No worries she says he's a cop on the other side of town, and he'll never comes this way. I got out the Benz and went into the house thinking about her spouse, but not to much. 

      I needed to find out who he was, calling my cop friend, Zende what the f-ck! "Dude you tryna die?"my buddy replied when telling him the story, you betta be careful homie, a cops wife is a crazy allegory. I know I know I gotta tell her it's over but how fun it's been watching her commit the ultimate sin. Well maybe two, I think lust is among the few. Phone ring from a blocked number it's him I wonder. Voicemail say" no need to block my number anymore (insert my gov name) you know it's me,( ke ke's hubby) I you betta call me!" When I heard this I know he'd find me, he's a cop, he probably traced her phone or car or something.

      So now what, I texted her, call me ASAP ole boy call my phone. I need to know what he knows, or if he knows anything going on. She calls and said" I didn't tell him nothing he saw the phone bill and got your number." Damn how can I get out of this one I'm thinking, I know if he calls me back I should talk to him I wonder...... HELL NAW! Give her the boot playa or you may end up in a shoot, or shot...either way that's not the game to play. 

     Weeks has gone by no response from me just hoping one day not to see that crazy cop cat anywhere on the beat. I guess I dodged that bullet, only time will truly tell, didn't hear much from her or him as well. That's their problem not mine. I don't break up happy homes if the home is fine. He'll know next time to keep his dime on a watch or maybe my phone will ring again or maybe not.